Charon grinned despite the assault on the mansion and she looked directly at the camera.

"My logic doesn't compute because I ain't a machine you bumbling pile of metal. Plant as many bombs in my mansion as you like but we'll adapt and conquer. Imagination will always win over programming, my lovely little rustbucket."

Charon looked back at the devastation, she already had an inkling about Eva and she still had to talk to Kizmat and work out what the hell Mortismere had to do with the whole mess.

"You have anything else you want to inform me of big boy?"

It was a shot in the dark but she made a guess at Eva's true sex.